Some kinds of loveMarguerita told TomBetween thought and expression lies a lifetimeSituations arise because of the weatherand no kinds of loveare better than othersSome kinds of loveMargueirta told Tomlike a dirty French novelthe absured courts the vulgarand some kinds of lovethe possibilites are endlessand for me to miss onewould seem to be groundlessI head what you saidMargueritat told TomAnd of course you're a boreBut at that you're not charmlessfor a bore is a straight linethat finds a wealth in divisionand some kinds of loveare mistaken for visionPut jelly on your shoulderLet us do what you fear mostThat from which you recoilbut which still makes your eyes moistPut jelly on your shoulderlie down upon the carpetbetween thought and expressionlet us now kiss the culpritI don't know just what it's all aboutPut on your red pajamas and find out.